The day after the night that I dreamt I was engaged to Jack Black, I found out that a wedding chapel is under construction at the intersection where I live. It's an odd place for a wedding chapel; the train runs right across the road nearby, and it's fairly residential elsewhere. I can only imagine the train roaring by in the final moments of some happy couple's ceremony.
I wondered if they took that into consideration, a train track 50 feet away? Then I thought, maybe they did, and that they hired someone to sit in a car by the track for a few days and record the times that the train passes by. They could get 10 dollars an hour for sitting in their car listening to the radio, eating Cheeto's. Then, the wedding chapel could schedule ceremonies around non-train-passing-by time slots. Or, they could offer discounted weddings during times that a train would be joining them.
Just seems like a bad omen to have a train rumble by during wedding vows, like a thunderstorm on the big day or losing the rings or the bride leaking her period on her white dress.
It's all too much to think about really.
Music right now: Finley Quaye-"Dice" (Thanks Amy Dear!)
